charlie was a message from a higher place waiting for delivery, could see it in his face charlie was a cloud layer, held a mountain in his hands he flew like a raindrop didn't like to land
charlie didn't like crowds all up in his face he was a long distance runner in the human race
charlie was a vision, stick to your mind like a big wet kiss on the face of time charlie had a dog friend, best old friend he had didn't understand good didn't know about bad
good is a concept like a loaf of bread feed the living, say grace for the dead
charlie was eating food for thought it was the best damn meal that he ever got
feeling ethereal he floated away he did not worry he did it twice a day